Morning Prayer
Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs...
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Morning Whine
Haibun The coffee maker still gurgles after nearly an after hour. A steady electric hum drowns out the chorus of birdsongs, save one. Gray clouds swallow the sky. The rain triggers an ache across...
a Lunar Eclipse Unseen
Haibun Quarter to three in the morning. Clouds roll in — blocking the moon. I had set the alarm to wake me at eight minutes past three. My plan was to wake Frankie, so...
Her Infirmity is My Insomnia
Haibun I wake up at four in the morning. Try and sleep again. Mira coughs, inhales hard. Coughs again. She gets up and sprays her nostrils with her over-the-counter spray. I listen to her....
A Noteworthy Change
Haibun Songbirds chirp outside. They join the gurgling coffee maker. The sky brightens earlier and earlier. Barely past six, it’s almost blue. budding boughs so still on the table this empty bowl more by...
That Morning Reluctance
Haibun Didn’t want to rise. Turned off the clock and rolled over. A half-sleep doze and I’m up. Don’t want to go; drag my body and mind and stay at the table watching dawn...
Coasting – Part Two
Short Story Von stood with his eyes closed, head down, and his palms flat on either side of the shower head. He let the hot water pour around his neck and pitter-patter on the...
Coming Home
Haibun I empty Mom’s closet. She pulls herself out of bed and into her wheelchair. Frankie plays Minecraft Pocket Edition on my iPhone. Mom pages the nurse’s station twice before Miria arrives with her...
Alone In The Morning
Haibun Sensations. The gurgle of the coffee maker. The hum of the refrigerator. The banging of the pipes as the heat turns on. My reflection off the storm door. The grainy patterns of manufactured...
Early Morning Self Portrait
Poem The smoke flows out From between my teeth Like green wind And ash scatters in the smile. The smoke is sucked sharply back With a pain that I love and hate All at...
Watch Your Step
Poem Wandering in the morning light Change is happening left and right Will change take me by surprise? Or will it pass me by? Sweep me away But don’t kill my history Give me...
Small Wings
Poem I am small and hopeful I see the sun, I see a smile The world is with me I’ll be here for awhile I am sheltered and free I see green, I see...
